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    Hi Frank,
    
    I didnt have Jesuit's but I was taught by De La Salle brothers.
    
    Brother Vincent (woodwork) used a piece of 2x2 so as not to damage
    his fists. (and he was 6'3").
    
    I turnd out ok though (except for the grooves in my head!):-)
    
    Michael
    

    
    Hi Michael,
    
       I remember one Brother LeClair who stopped a fellow from running
    in the hallway by belting him closed-fist on the side of the head.
    
       I also remember one Brother Hennessey flipping a box of chalk
    at me for the capital crime of daydreaming. Sent me to the damned
    principal's office too.
    
       I received a good education, but I sometimes wonder if I would
    have been more successful WITHOUT this damned pointer imbedded in
    my skull.  :-)
    
    Ciao co, Om
    
    

Frank,

OK, I admit it I was Jesuited for ALL my first and second level 
edumacation.  (Must warn others, they speak loudly and carry big
sticks).

Like most educational estabilishments of that era (late 60's - early
70's) they used corporal punishment, and like anywhere - even today -
they had good and bad people.

Except for a nervous tic, and a peculiar limp (after a hard night's
drinking :-)), I think I turned out OK.

If you want more specifics, ask and I'll try the old memory.

Bernard.

      
    
    Oh yaaa.
    
      I had Marist Brothers and I'll tell ya they were no slouches.
    But I have heard the Jesuits do hold the #1 position in terror 
    teaching tatics (also known as da tree tee's  8*))
    
    paddy 

    re .3 
       To have been Jesuited. Sort of like "to have been drafted". Come
    to think of it, high school was good preparation for boot camp.
    The DI's hollering and threats of physical violence didn't bother
    me a bit. If I could survive Father Sheehan, I could survive this.
    
    re .4
       Whatcha say Paddy? Was that the Marxist Brothers?  :-)
       
       One thing about a Jesuit education, though. All the stuff I didn't
    realize I was learning at the time stuck. The emphasis on language
    had a very beneficial impact on my life. I consistently flunked
    Latin and was constantly in make-up courses for it, but I damn sure
    remember it. 
       Now if I could only FORGET all that church Latin that got stuck
    by rote.
    

    I had the "benefit" of the Christian Bros. at the North Mon. in Cork in
    the early forties.
    Some were great, like Bro. McConville in the Tech. School and Bro.
    McCarthy, "Macker," who is remembered fondly by generations of Mon.
    Boys.Others were bad actors, like Bro. Gregg and Bro. Byrnes, neither of
    whom, luckily, I had. Actually the worst experience I had was from a
    lay teacher who taught 2nd Year in the "Hall" (unnamed, but those who
    remember............!!). He, literally, left his mark on many!! - went
    by the nickname of "Bulldog."  He revelled in the use of the leather
    and his shouted request, "Faigh an leathar," sent a chill down many a
    young spine. On the positive side, I had the great pleasure about two
    years ago of again meeting my Leaving Cert. Chemistry teacher, Bro.
    Lee, up at the Mon. Although in his early eighties, he is still teaching
    with most of his old vigor and he was obviously delighted to take me on a 
    tour of the current Chemistry/Physics labs. in the school. His only
    apparent concession to age is that he no longer trains the Harty Cup
    hurling team!!
    
    Pat Manning

    
    
    Ahh yes the Jesuits I remember one Brother put one of the students
    head through the blackboard with ONE punch  ouch (slate not todays
    cardboard)
    
    But there were some good ones
    
    
    That was 25 years ago   the memories are still there
    
    
    john 
    

    Physical abuse must correlate with teaching children or adolescents.
    I had Jesuits for college in the U.S. and they were wonderful. I
    had Franciscan nuns for high school--most of them were Irish--and
    they were pretty weird, not physically abusive, but emotionally
    abusive and eccentric.
    
     

    aw' comeon now guys.  I got ya' all beat.  I was taught by the
    Christian Brothers of Ireland (most of them had what I referred to as a
    Brooklyn Brogue).  I fondly recall that it was in high school when I
    realized that MAN COULD FLY!
    
    On probably my first or second week I was coming in after lunch, when
    the doors of the gym blew open and this student came flying out about
    five feet off the ground.  In hot pursuit, out came Bro. Coogan (aka
    the Dean of Discipline) screaming and yelling at this guy.
    
    As it turns out, seems the guy did something terrible like walking down
    the "up" stairway.

       The school I went to had a small chapel and a priest said the
    Mass before class. I went in one morning and during the Mass a
    couple of guys started talking very quietly. The infamous Father
    Sheehan who was presiding, got up from his knees, came off the altar,
    grabbed these two errant souls by the scruff and literally threw
    them out the doors of the chapel. He came back and said the rest
    of Mass with a GREAT BIG GRIN. I think he was from Neptune.
    
    -Frank